Worship Satan

Sure, why not?

The meth hits you hard and you feel ragged with dark energy. You strip naked, screaming "I love you Satan!" over and over. Indeed, your sudden devotion is so powerful that you've decided to sacrifice somebody in this apartment complex to your dark, dark lord.

You get your most evil blade and you go out to the hall naked. A random door gets kicked in. It's some other methhead who enjoys tweaking in these low cost apartments, happy to do nothing but cook meth and run without paying the bill if he can get away with it. When you start hollering "Satan Satan!", swinging your knife around, he grabs that greasy .38 special his dad left him.

You fall naked and dead with two big exit wounds.

THe End.